It Takes a Village

They always say it takes a village.  Or maybe it’s a group.  It could just be fate.  But I think it really is a community that cares and wants to see people grow.  

Many days, I stand in my kitchen alone.  It’s okay because I like to feel the love that moves from my fingers to my food.  It’s a process that a lot of people might not understand.  It something that comes from within, deep inside my soul.  But it is at the cost of alienating myself from people.  I can become a hermit, lost in the flavors and textures of creations I do for people.

This is why I value my community because they understand my passion.  I’m a novice to this community as many of them have been growing their trade for many years.  Yet they embraced me and welcomed me, despite the fact I have not the years of experience behind me.  They say people come in and out of your life for different reasons.  I have so many people that I believe are a reason I am where I am and most of you know who you are, whether you are still a part of my life or not.  You have all helped me grow and realize the road I should travel on.  

Kristin of Jollity was my first “real” client.  We did many parties together and she helped me to realize that small foods are great foods to have at your party and something that I love to do.  Although, not in my community any longer,  I still appreciate her help in the beginning.  Barbara, the creator of Virginia Wedding Week and owner of Style Events is the one who got me started in the wedding industry.  She took a chance on some pictures she followed and asked me to serve some of my food at a meeting they held.  It was one of the best and most

Ashley of Studio I do and Barbara of Virginia Wedding Week

important nights I’ve had.  I met so many amazing people that I would not have met if it wasn’t for her belief in me. I have to say I absolutely love this person for who she is and I hope she is always a part of my community.  Kelly of Inspired Events by Kelly and Ashley of Studio I do have had the trust and confidence in me for their important events and for that I am and will be always so grateful.  They are such a part of my community that I when I’m not working with them, I love seeking out just to say hi to.  And finally, Charles… my friend, my neighbor and my mentor.  As the owner of Blue Seafood, the help he has given me is probably more than he knows, and so appreciated.

Kelly of Inspired Events by Kelly

Where would any of us be without our people?  I’m sure many of you have thought you’ve done well at getting where you are on your own, but really has it been without those silent supporters that cheered you on?  Maybe it is just fate and we’re destined to be on that road no matter what.   Whatever the reason is, I am blessed to be where I am.  Whether we are “competitors” or acquaintances,  it is important to support and help grow each other.  In a world where “ME” comes first, where kindness is non existent, and neighborhoods are not really neighborly, I find strength in having that community around me.  

And that is why it’s okay if I’m alone sometimes.  I always know there is a village for me to reach out to.   

Living the Dream

Last week we went to the U.S. Open. It was a dream of my husband’s and although I like golf I think I could have lived without it. The deal was, however, that we would go into East Hampton the next day and hopefully run into Ina Garten. How could I pass up a deal like that?

The golf tournament was ok. It rained, I was soaked, they played on. Blah, blah, blah. I did however see Tiger pull off a good bogey, Bubba walked by and Michelson played very well on the 9th. It wasn’t a bad ending to the day, but certainly there were better things ahead of us. LIKE SATURDAY IN EAST HAMPTON!

Coincidentally, Ina had posted a blog about if we came to East Hampton, here were her favorite places to go. (are you kidding? it was like an invitation to stop by for dinner!) So there I was, with my list, headed to the land of Ina Garten. I would run into her and she would then realize we were destined to be the best of friends. (I might be stretching the truth just a little bit here and although she never responded, I did send her an email inviting her out to dinner).

The first stop (and the best stop) was a little cheese shop in Sag Harbor. It was called Cavaniola’s Gourmet Cheese. I walked in and fell in love. It was so quaint and I knew if I lived closer, I would be there every day. The girls in the shop were so nice and so helpful. We tasted a couple of cheeses I had never had and of course bought some. I ended up buying some of their gourmet items also, much to the chagrin of my husband’s wallet.

I walked in and fell in love. It was so quaint and I knew if I lived closer, I would be there every day. The girls in the shop were so nice and so helpful. We tasted a couple of cheeses I had never had and of course bought some. I ended up buying some of their gourmet items also, much to the chagrin of my husband’s wallet. And as you might have guessed, I asked if Ina really came to the shop. The girls said she came in all the time, was a sweet and as real as anyone. I thought I would hang out for a week or two and wait for her but my husband really wasn’t keen on that idea, so we had to leave.

As I left, I asked them to say “hi” to Ina for me, and told them she just hadn’t realized we’re best friends yet. I’m sure they think I’m some crazy stalker-ish kind of person. I’m not really. I’m just a wanna-be Barefoot Contessa kind of person hoping to run into one of my favorite idols.

And Ina Garten, I’m still waiting and hoping for your phone call.

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